I had a memory from my childhood of being at the Detroit Catholic Social Services pancake breakfast around Christmas one year. This would be in the 1970s, i'm about 10 yrs old. We are there because my mother, a neo-natal nurse, has signed us up to be foster parents for a 10+ year stretch of having infants in the home. We've already had them for a few years at this point. Generally one-two babies under a year old in the home at any given time and usually for just a month or so each. Occasionally we would have one for somewhat longer, we'd grow attached to those. Much harder to deal with..
Anyway, at the pancake breakfast all the kids were given door gifts wrapped up in nice shiny Christmas paper. I, for some reason, did not like the first one I got and went to the lady at the table who was giving them out. She told me she couldn't take it back unless it was wrapped. I went away to an unoccupied table to sulk but then noticed that the table cloths were made of festive looking Christmas paper and had tape holding the paper to the tables. I was able to rewrap the present with this table's paper and tape which did not look exactly like the ones that were being given out but technically it was now wrapped. She exchanged it with a "you got me" laugh and I got a cool Spitfire model airplane that helped me celebrate Christmas for me by strafing imaginary German soldiers for the rest of the morning.
FTR, family is very much not Catholic. Mom was the daughter of a baptist pastor and Dad is very Anglican/Episcopal.